Maeve
Nael had jumped to his feet, and I could swear there was steam coming out of his ears. He seems to have totally forgotten his fear of heights, starting to pace back and forth. That’s how riled up he is.
“I’ll kill them. “
The low growl makes a shudder run down my spine, the hair on my neck standing up. I see the skin on Nael's arms changes color. Green scales spread slowly toward his torso. Jolting backward I stare at the orange glow of his eyes and his sharp canines elongating. There is the sound of fabric almost tearing, that makes me cringe. And the flapping noise that follows has me take a sharp breath. Enormous emerald wings jut out right under his shoulder blades and knock against my window. F**K, the guy looks... majestic. Angry and scary, sure. But majestic as hell. Na
